Loss of Comfort

I’m looking into your eyes
Hearing your words,
Your voice,
Yet, I’m wrapped in the arms
Of a glacier,

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Toll

Forget the price
You cannot live waiting
The glass is not half empty:
It’s barren,
It’s old and used
And left behind.
The ribbon has expired
Replace it,
Take the chance
Write a new story
Erase the shadows
From your eyes.

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Where Reality Triumphs Over Dreams

We collected bobble heads
Memories intrinsically tied to each
Reminding us of how we can be
When we escape from our assigned roles.
Back in our home their eyes watch
As a hazy curtain drops;
Memories become locked in dreams
Tales of wonder our subconscious designed
Taunts invading our every breath
We succumb, see through the haze
We run but reality waits at each crossroad
Eternal escape is futile.